Page 77 of Matched into the Mob

But I planned to sink my teeth into his flesh so every time he looked at his hand, he was reminded of me.

“Like me, I want you to have a mating hand.”

“Does it matter which?” He extended both hands, palms upward.

“Are there rules?” I figured we were past that and could make our own.

“No.”

I took the one with the longest life line. “Ready?”

My mate screwed up his face and almost derailed what I was about to do because I was tempted to kiss him and tear off his PJs.

“Will it hurt?”

He was messing with me. “Maybe. Are you going to cry?”

Ranger leaned in close and nibbled my bottom lip. “Will you make it better if I do?”

“Always.” I sank my teeth into his palm until I drew blood and mopped it up with my PJ jacket.

“Oh noes. I’ll have to take this off.” I tossed the jacket on the floor.

“I like the way you think.” Ranger kissed over my jaw. “Mate.”

“Mate.”